It was a special evening last night. Will’s long awaited concert took place. I was probably more nervous than he was, but I shouldn’t have been because he told me he was ready, and having heard him practice, I knew he had done the work.
The night was special for many reasons, one of which was hearing him accompany Tom on the Manz Aria. 18 years ago I wore out a cassette tape (literally wore it to ribbons and had to throw it out) where Tom played that piece with Gesu’s organist, John Weissrock. The lovely, brooding music is sad and sweet all at the same time. It seems to encapsulate life which is also sad and sweet all at the same time. Hearing Will play it with his dad for the first time is something I’ll always remember.
The headmaster, his wife and daughter from Will’s school attended, and we were thankful for their interest and support for our son. My sister and her family and friends were there, my aunt and uncle came, and we were delighted to have my mother surprise us all by coming after a long car journey from out of state. A special thanks to Pam for coming. You know who you are. It was a pleasure to meet you! Thanks also to Sister Mary Jane Wagner and John Weissrock for their investment of time.
I failed to get very good recordings last night as I was distracted craning my neck to the balcony to see my men playing, but I did capture their performance of the Prelude to the Te Deum, by Charpentier. (This is especially for you, Kris!)